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"Oh, darling. You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else."
Every young woman wants to marry Aryan Sheikh, the young, handsome Prince and a self-made businessman. His eyes are set on Yasmin Omer, the girl who has re...
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Ravenna Port, Italy – 3rd June 2018
IT'S TIME TO SAY goodbye to Ravenna, the city of mosaics and to greet Arcadia, the biggest and luxurious ship sailing under the flag of Athador. Right next to its large, navy blue colored name is the diamond emblem of the Sheikh family.
Hayat stepped down the bus and discarded her sunglasses. The shadow of the cruise ship is enough to hinder the undeviating sun rays. A smug look crossed her face. There is something about the sea which drawn her to it.
Aryan's younger cousins cheered and started what would be the first of hundreds selfies. Princess Aliyah swung an arm around her shoulder.
"The time has come," she teased and joined her mother ahead.
Surrounded by the privileged, all the procedures were done in a minimal amount of time. Dior handbag slipped under her arm, Hayat followed the beeline into the enclosed raised bridge. She checked in using the given cruise card and entered the main atrium of the ship or commonly labelled as the social heart.
A smooth jazz glided from the speakers. Wandering, Hayat raised her head to admire the piazza style four story wall of glass on the port side which lined the various restaurants, cafes, shops, bars and lounges. There were panoramic glass elevators as well as a massive sparkling crystal chandelier. Either they are made with the diamonds mined in Athador or they are Swarovski crystals.
Sleek and elegant spiral staircase lit with neon bronze is another alternative for the upper deck. Hayat climbed and asked for the Prince of Athador from a hostess. Smiling, she asked Hayat to follow her to the outside walkway. After what felt like an eternity, she arrived on the top deck.
There he stood, in grey pants and loose white shirt flapping in the wind, gazing the ocean. Hayat announced her presence by joining his side.
"Who else has arrived?" He asked.
"Us, a few high profile and socialites you have invited, it's mostly the crew at the moment."
"Okay"
"They will all be here. Relax, you are on vacation."
Aryan nodded, hands gripping the railing. Not far, the flag of Athador fluttered. A hostess with a mellow smile approached with a tray of chilled champagne and served them. They clicked glasses.
Smirking, Aryan asked, "What should we cheer about?"
